Sunday, March 29, 2026

Boater Boombox

A blissful mid-summer day at the lake

Our favorite summer activity is joining friends for a day at the local popular 6-mile long lake where we invite several of our close friends' families. Hot August baking sunny weather days perfect for relaxing along the graveled shoreline, with a host of endless foods to nibble on, numerous deck chairs in a great oval circle facing the lake, and various water toys to entertain the kids and young adults. 

It was late morning at about 11AM; we had been ensconced along the shore since 9AM; the temperature was rising fast, our ladies were merrily socializing aplenty, the kids were testing newly purchased water toys, and a few of our young men were out on a unique gas-powered mini stand-up single user wave runner shaped like a mere squat short surfboard.

After a few sessions of entertainment, everyone calmed down; several of the young ladies grabbed a paddleboard and not being interested in paddling, rather spread their delicate bikini-clad flesh out on the paddleboard to soak up the baking mid-day sunrays with nary a concern on their mind.

The parking area is getting nearly all filled up by now, and the overflow at the far end of the county park was also being rapidly consumed, yet additional pickup trucks hauling a power boat are still arriving, determined to put their monster speed boat in the lake waters too. No problem; there's plenty of lake for that.

Yet after ONE power boater got his boat into the lake waters, vehicle parked in the overflow zone, he then proceeded to slowly steer his boat into the vast blue waters, but opted to follow close in along the shoreline, hugging it just a hundred yards offshore. He was alone this day, for apparently none of this friends wanted to join him on his mega power speed boat.

"Hmm, that seems odd", I silently pondered why. "Power boater going it alone; has he got no friends who wanted to join him today for a lake cruise?"

In the next moment we go the answer to that question. He turned on his multi-speaker stereo boombox, initially fairly low in a modest sort of way while fiddling with a radio station, then giving up and stuffing a favorite CD into the stereo player. 

"Ahhh", he must have thought to himself, "Found my favorite tunes."

And that is when he cranked the volume up into the sky....

Suddenly our entire three family group of friends who were merrily chatting up a jovial session right there along that sand and gravel shoreline, enjoying the baking hot summer sunshine, lounging in deck chairs, stuffing our faces with snacks, sipping on thin glasses of wine or other beverage, knowing and experiencing the grandeur of it all in the most perfect way....

Then, all the friendly shoreline happy communicative chitchat ceased — just as the power boater who was slowly puttering his speed boat along near the shoreline, he changed his TUNE, and he decided that it was time to hammer his multi-speaker stereo system volume way up into the cloudless blue sky.

Yep, he wanted everyone to know about it....

No one in our entire troupe could hear themselves chatting with their friends; you couldn't even hear yourself thinking to yourself; you couldn't hear the kiddos playing along the shoreline. You couldn't hear the birds singing nearby in the trees. 

The only sound that you could hear from right here on the lake, and all the way to Thailand and back again, was that power boaters hammering noisy tunes coming from his full-deck multi-speaker stereo system.

Dangbeschniztle we never knew what hit us. Everyone — and I do mean everybody — of our dozen plus friends who were there at the lake that gorgeous blazing hot mid-summer's day, simply stopped doing whatever it was that they were doing (i.e. chatting and socializing, eating and drinking, or playing), and for the next several minutes did utterly NOTHING but sat there and stared silently out across that shoreline lake as the music inclined power boater sole guy doing his sole lone thing, slowly puttered his noise-box machine and boat right smack past our lake-front seating area.

He apparently wanted everyone at the lake to KNOW that he was now here, and yep, we certainly did know it!

Just as he got past our zone, he pushed down on the boat's throttle and the power boat took off like a bolt of lightning heading eastward across the lake, stereo volume still blazing to the uttermost reaches of the blue sky above, but quickly the deafening tone of the music noise rapidly faded, and once again we could actually hear ourselves thinking to ourselves.

Ahh, there's that most beautiful and pleasant creaturely sound once again — the ladies in our group have started chatting again with each other about whatever fresh new topic is on their sweet little minds. And life continues on at our mid-summer lake family gathering.

Tuesday, March 17, 2026

When gettin' older is gettin'

For evening leisure activity, and for its apparent health benefits, I often take a stroll round-a-bout my favorite smallsville hometown, enroute during the walk I will often strike up a brief chat with various town neighbors along the way, admiring their front yard floral or herb gardening skills that are on display, smartly skipping the politics, keeping it all smiles and courtesy, going for 1-to-2, and sometimes 3 miles town walk.

Enroute I pass through one of the town parks (there are a nice handful of these in town) and on a sunny warm day, it makes logical sense to stop there and sit upon one of the still available park benches (these are popular little town parks especially so in the evening hours when the parents bring their little kiddos over to the playground).

I spy and open unattended bench and sit down. Hours of tedious earlier work hunched over the computer has given me a slight kink in the back, so the hard wood backed bench is not as comfy as it should be, so I opt to swing my legs around the far end of the bench and lay down backside upon the hard wood bench.

Ahh...now my back is feeling the release of the kinks...it just needed a straight plain board to knocks those old age kinks out of the hunched twisted back.

I don't think even a half minute elapsed when I overheard one of the four young children climbing all over the playground equipment.

One of them said from a far distance, obviously aimed at me:

"Hey old man laying on the bench...what ya doin'?"

The young 12-year old kid wasn't trying to 'ask' a 'real' question so much as he thought that the concept of me taking a break upon a wood bench laying down was somehow noteworthy, and especially my age.

But hey, I got the message...he was being a pest. Yep, my time was up from that momentary rest break, so I stood up and departed, homeward bound.

Perhaps that's what they meant by the phrase, "When you're gettin' old...."

It isn't YOU personally notices the age transition sneaking up on yourself so much as it's the younger generation that so plainly does.